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I Taught My Japanese Roommate how to Dirty Talk... and I got turned on in the process - The Exchange Student Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-07-30 22:00:03 +0000 UTCIt started with a question.
We were both lying on our beds. Lights off, phones out, the soft glow of screens lighting our faces. I had my earbuds in but wasn’t really listening to anything. Just scrolling. Half-hard already, like I always was around him now. Ren was on his stomach, as usual, feet crossed in the air, swiping slowly through TikToks.
Then I heard his voice.
“Nate,” he said softly. “What is… dirty talk?”
I pulled out an earbud. “What?”
He turned his head toward me, his hair falling over his eyes. “I saw it online. On Twitter. ‘He gives the best dirty talk.’ What does it mean?”
I hesitated. “You know… like, stuff you say during sex. To turn the other person on.”
He nodded slowly. “Can you say some?”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to say dirty talk?”
“Yes,” he said, completely serious. “I want to learn.”
There was something about the way he looked at me — curious, open, hungry. Not in a creepy way. Not like he wanted to fuck me. More like… he wanted to understand me. My world. My language. My pleasure.
I sat up, heartbeat rising. “Okay. Um. Some people say things like… ‘I wanna feel your cock.’ Or ‘I’m so fucking close.’ Or—shit, I don’t know. It depends.”
“Cock,” he repeated. “Is that the same as dick?”
“Yeah. Just hotter.”
He smiled. “I want to try.”
“Try what?”
“Talking dirty.”
I swallowed. “Now?”
He nodded. Then in the softest, flattest voice imaginable, he said: “Your dick is… so hard. I want to suck it very… badly.”
I couldn’t help it — I laughed. But not in a mean way. It was adorable. The way he said it like reading a textbook.
He laughed too, covering his face. “It is stupid.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s hot. Just… you gotta mean it. Like you feel it.”
He sat up, legs crossed. The shirt he was wearing fell open slightly at the collar, revealing a sliver of his chest.
“Can you show me?” he asked. “How you say it. When you do it.”
I felt my heart drop into my stomach. “You mean… when I jerk off?”
He nodded. “Yes. Show me.”
The room felt thick. Like we’d passed some invisible line and now nothing could go back.
I stood slowly, kicked off my sheets, and sat on the edge of my bed. Ren mirrored me on his side — cross-legged, back straight, watching me closely.
I pulled down the waistband of my sweats, slowly, until my dick sprang free. I was already hard. Of course I was.
Ren’s eyes widened slightly. “It’s…”
“Yeah,” I said, exhaling. “That’s mine.”
He pulled his shorts down too.
And fuck.
He was hard too. Smaller than me, but pretty — pink, smooth, curved slightly to the left. I shouldn’t have been staring, but I couldn’t help it. Neither could he.
“This is how we do it here,” I said, wrapping my hand around the base and stroking slow, smooth.
Ren copied me. His fingers were a little awkward. His grip too soft.
“Like this,” I said. I leaned forward, reached across the space between us, and wrapped my fingers over his hand, guiding the motion. He inhaled sharply.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice low. “Just like that. Now squeeze a little.”
His breath hitched. He followed my rhythm. Bit his bottom lip.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. It’s better than okay.”
We kept stroking, facing each other.
Breathing picking up.
Ren’s eyes fluttered shut. Then opened again. He was watching my cock now, matching my rhythm, cheeks flushed pink.
He whispered, “Your cock is so hard.”
This time, it didn’t sound like a joke. It sounded real.
I moaned — quietly, just for him.
He moaned back.
It was fucking perfect.
Just two boys on their beds, legs barely touching, jerking together under the dim light, the only sounds our breathing, our skin, our quiet, messy need.
It happened fast.
Ren’s thighs started trembling.
His jaw slackened.
He gasped, whispered something in Japanese, and came — ropes of it striping his stomach, hips jerking forward, breathless and wild.
The sight broke me.
I came too, hard, cum splashing across my own chest. I groaned, deep and raw, hand slowing as the waves crashed over me.
For a second, we just stared at each other. Cum-streaked. Breathless. Silent.
Then Ren stood up, smiling shyly. “I will clean.”
He padded to the bathroom, still half-naked, humming to himself.
And when he left…
I reached down.
Swiped my finger through his cum on the blanket where some had landed.
Brought it to my mouth.
Tasted.
It was sweet. Faint. Strange.
Him.
And I knew right then — I was fucked.
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I’d had a long day. Class. A midterm. Group project bullshit. I came back exhausted, dropped onto my bed, and muttered, “I need to cum so bad.”
Ren looked up from his side. Just nodded. Like I’d said, I’m hungry. Then he crawled across his bed and sat on the edge, facing me.
